Scottish comedian Michael Welch is having a moment. At 31, he’s trying to make sense of numbers — not just his age or bank balance, but the hidden metrics behind everything: online approval, life progress, daily supplement intake. All Rizz, No Filter is his witty, inventive attempt to map all that out — a personal and philosophical spreadsheet performed with warmth, pace and a gentle dose of absurdity.

Welch tells us early on that he has ADHD — partly as a reality, partly as a knowing swipe at the state of comedy bios. “It’s the only way I get booked,” he deadpans. But what follows isn’t an hour of tropes — it’s something sharper, more inventive. There’s no lazy riffing here. Instead, you get deep dives into the strange pull of cults, the weird rituals of dog owners, and a running obsession with golf so off-kilter it loops back around to being endearing.

He has an instinctive feel for a crowd. Welch uses the full stage with the energy of a man completely at ease — not flailing, not filling space, but anchoring each moment with confidence. There’s a quasi-flirtatious rapport with the room too — not forced, but naturally playful — and the result is a kind of scrappy, magic carpet ride that you’re happy to be swept up in.

Where he truly shines is in his writing. His bits on “past-it” indie bands, awkward last buses, and the ghosts of Edinburgh (who, naturally, suffer from spiritual burnout and existential dread) are first class. The references range from niche to knowingly nostalgic, and he strikes a clever balance between structured craft and spontaneous-feeling looseness — like a TikTok bit that gets smarter the longer it runs.

There’s a zine-like quality to the show — fast-paced, culturally tuned-in, cheerfully chaotic — but it’s never glib. Beneath the jokes, there’s a surprising amount of heart. This isn’t just a show about numbers; it’s about how we measure ourselves, and whether those stats ever actually mean anything.

So, do the numbers add up? That’s for you to find out. But you’ll almost certainly leave laughing, possibly Googling cult application forms, and wondering why cats are the most intelligent animals on the planet.

Not just one to watch — this is a show to seek out. Michael Welch has arrived.